Dream: Bad Sandwiches

Nov 12, 2005 10:57

Friday morning:

For a famous restaurant, it looked a lot like a hole in the wall. The patrons could have come from a pool hall or a biker rally. A short man stopped me while I looked for the bathrooms; he stepped in front of me and shoved me hard enough to knock me down. He said something stupid about getting there first. I wanted to pound his bald head into the floor, maybe break a chair over his shoulders, but he frightened me. Everyone did, actually. This was fast looking like a bad idea.

I returned to the table with a few acquaintances from school and looked over the menu. Everything was strangely meaty, really not my kind of sandwiches. Maybe something like corned beef and shoe leather... I don't know. The only one I really remember was the whale sandwich. Three-quarters of a pound of whale meat on rye, with onions and... but really—whale meat? The proprietor came around with linen napkins for everyone and said they only take cash. The cheapest sandwich cost $17.50, more than I had, so I walked out. I'd have been embarrassed if the food wasn't so odd.

On the way back to my dorm, I took an elevator to the top floor of an apartment block. I flirted with a woman in the elevator—probably another student—then we both walked out to the sidewalk, aimed for my building over the hill.

Something happened later with a digital camera at a wedding, and there were goblins.

dream, amorous dream, bathrooms, violent dream

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